The war is over. The war has just begun. I don’t know what the reality of your life is anymore. I’m so used to the unreality of your shattered moments that I can’t figure out what the next step is anymore. And I’m pretty sure that everything you tell me is a half truth.
That being fucking said, anyone that threatens my child, will be dealt with accordingly. That goes beyond whatever this thing between you and i is. You need to grow up and stop living in that pathetic little world you claim to call home. I don’t have drama in my life other than you. There is a reason for that. It’s a choice. I walked away from the things that disturbed my peace a long long time ago.
You need to decide if we are a family in more than name only and stop pretending that you can deal with all this. Because you clearly can’t. I trusted you for years to do the right thing by my son and stood in the shadows because it was the right thing. But years after the war I’m just watching it all go fucking downhill again.
Maybe I can no longer just be an bystander in my own life when it reflects on you and my son. I’m always going to be there but the phone call arms length to keep me close when you feel vulnerable isn’t good enough anymore. Maybe I should darken your doorstop and start looking for answers.
I’m just so fed up with fighting that I didn’t want to make your lives worse. But just because I’ve chosen peace doesn’t mean I be lost my capacity for war. The fighter sleep he is not dead. And I will protect whats mine.
Even if I have to make a deal with the devil to do so.
I have no fear of throwing around people in mosh pits. I can do the same to protect my son and his mother if needed.
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